All Chapters of My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian : Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

Sera"You know, this is a decent size place," the leader said, stepping in through the broken doorway. He surveyed the room, pacing slowly.The wolves followed him into the room. One grey, one russet, one brindle. The grey one's head swung low, its muzzle brushing past the edge of the bed. The russet one padded silently to the hearth, sniffing at the banked fire. They reeked of charred fur and acrid smoke, their claws clicking and scoring the rough boards.The grey one paused beside Torvald, who stood stiff and silent between the door and the trunk. Torva

SeraTorvald's eyes fell on Ilse's broken body, and something inside him shattered. With a desperate, anguished howl, he dropped to all fours and fully surrendered to the wolf. His joints shifted, thick gray fur sprouted across his skin, his face elongated into a muzzle filled with razor-sharp teeth. The massive wolf, drooling and snarling, charged forward.Torvald clawed his way through the snapping, slavering horde, his powerful jaws tearing at man and wolf alike, crushing bones, rending flesh. Crimson droplets sprayed the walls and floor. His sole impulse was to reach the trunk, to shield his child, to conceal her from the ruthless invaders.

Sera"A little wolf-whelp hiding in the corner? Too bad daddy isn't here to save you, eh?" he sneered, as the basket fell away.Torchlight seared her eyes. Runa blinked, tears streaming down her face. A calloused hand clamped around her ankle, fingers biting deep."Mama!" she shouted. "Mama, no!" Her free foot lashed out desperately but found only empty air."Papa, help me!" The grip tightened, and she was dragged out, her back scraping painfully against the rough boards."Let go of me!" she screamed as she was pulled farther and farther from the trunk's meager shelter."Mama, Papa!" Her pleas only faded into desperate whimpers as she thrashed uselessly.She clawed desperately at the floor, at the trunk, at anything to stop this, but her fingers found no purchase. The hand on her ankle pulled again and she tumbled forward onto her face. Her palms burned as they slid over the blood-soaked wood. She kicked and struggled but it made no difference.She was dragged past the trunk...past th

Sera"...and when I find you, you little bitch," the one eyed man rasped through broken teeth, "I'll make you beg before I..."The raider's curses cut off mid-sentence. The grey wolf's head snapped up, ears pricked, hackles raised in a bristly stripe down its spine. It backed away, tail tucked tight, almost disappearing from Runa's narrow view between the gnarled oak roots.A flicker of movement, huge and impossibly fast, crossed the orange-lit strip before her. Then a man's legs buckled, knees hitting the ground inches from her face. His spear clattered against the roots and he scrabbled at the dirt, mouth open in a silent scream.Huge paws filled the gap between the roots, muddy claws extended. The man's hands clawed helplessly as his body was heaved backwards out of sight with a wet tearing sound."It's them! Rogues!" one raider cried, his voice quavering. "Rogues!" Another took up the shout, baying it frantically. "Rogues, run!"Huddled in the burrow, Runa heard the word, a term w

TayaEarlier that morning."Damn it, Taya," I muttered, flipping the salt pork with a spatula. Grease hissed and popped in the hot pan. "You call that cooking?"I slid the crispy, slightly burnt meat onto a platter, then cracked eggs into the pan. Scents of pork, char, and simmering milk filled the warm kitchen. I hummed quietly, a song echoing in my mind, as I stirred the eggs.The door creaked and I glanced over my shoulder. Father was coming in, his left foot dragging across the stone floor. I smiled, watching him lower himself into a chair at the table."I'll have this ready in a minute," I said, sliding the eggs onto the platter. "Bread's just out of the oven. And I brought the strawberries I picked yesterday. Still warm from the sun."Father smiled back, his dark eyes crinkling. I brought the platter to the table, then poured him a full mug of milk. Our mugs were mismatched... mine had a small chip, his a slight crack. I liked that they each had a story.I sat across from him, t